Don’t you love the feeling of being home- especially after days or weeks of busyness, craziness/and or being out of town?
Asher asked me the other day, while we were making the drive from the Ballarta residence in Pflugerville to downtown Austin for Kyle’s graduation ceremony, “Mama, are we ever going to go home and sleep in our very own house again?”. He was having a blast visiting, but like his mama, the guy just starts to miss his own bed after a few nights…
So that’s how I’m feeling right now, loving the fact that we are home, but it’s also mixed with a rainbow of emotions that are leftover from wonderful time spent and events celebrated with family and friends, from in and out of town.
Plus, right now I’m completely overwhelmed by the post-hurricane state of mess that our house is in. Cause that’s what happens when you have virtually no recovery time between fun events and visits and now the piles of clean and dirty laundry and toys that are strewn throughout are pretty much ridiculous. There is so much to be cleaned and all I want to do is wander around the garden sipping coffee and watch my happy babes run through the green grass in naked childhood bliss.
Clean-up will come along with a string of quiet days spent at home. *happy sigh*
Lovebites from the week….
:: The Casey’s have gone back to Washington and we already miss them so much (and are bummed that we never got to see Uncle Brian).
:: Uncle Kyle completed his MBA and we spent the weekend with family celebrating. It was crazy, busy and so much fun.
This little guy always knows what will make everyone laugh. When his antics are especially cute, it’s like I have this whole mamarazzi crew snapping photos of him. Sometimes I can hardly catch a photo of myself.
I love that my babies are so loved.
cheesy brother pose
Still enjoying beautiful Texas spring days. Warm enough, but not too hot yet.
Play at Lolo and Lola’s house always involves some sort of old tactical training gear. Asher refers to the flesh-colored dummy as the “mad guy”. He always comes out to play in the front yard with sidewalk chalk…
they spray each other in the face with water hoses now, but someday when they are grown they will have this
:: In between the chaos of nights spent in Georgetown saying goodbye to the cousins and graduation weekend extravaganza in Austin, I escaped for a quiet hour on my own to collect my thoughts, energy and inspiration while wandering through the little antique market just down the road.
While usually the solace and inspiration- priceless things this little place gifts me with- are the main things I am seeking when I visit, I usually find a few material treasures to bring home as well. This visit scored me two vintage suitcases and a small stack of fabric.
I really wanted to bring this little teapot home but I refrained. If I spot him again on another visit I doubt I’ll have the strength to say no to him twice.
It’s hard for me to ask for a break sometimes, but if I never ask I injure not only myself but the entire team I am playing for.
They deserve my best. And to be my best, sometimes I need a moment alone to recharge.
I am so blessed I have a fellow team captain that totally gets this.
giving a little speech at his brother’s graduation party
:: We also got to see a few old Army friends this past week, they feel pretty much like family and it was so good to see them. One of them was in Dallas for work and came down at the last minute for a quick weekend surprise visit. The other, our dear “Uncle Holtie” (Amelia’s godfather), was back for his mid-tour leave and he and his sweet fiance came down for a few day getaway for some alone time and quick visit with us.
Nick, looking unaffected
Rachel and Kevin. Tying the knot in December as soon as he is home from Afghanistan!
cheesy pose- classic awkward family photo blog submission
There are so many definitions of home, because home really isn’t about a place. It’s about who your with.
Mom and Dad’s in Georgetown. Late hours spent laughing in an old English pub downtown. Sitting on the roof of Whole Foods with with old friends, catching up. A house in Pflugerville that holds four generations of family members and many of my husband’s youthful memories. A cluttered little house in Killeen.
Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros sum it up well for me right now…
let me come home,
home is whenever I’m with you.
I’m comin home,
home is when I’m alone with you.”
It feels good right now to be home.
tired mama and daddy, ready to be home